"So I supposed," Vane confessed. "Well, I'd better own that when I spent a week or two in England--at the Dene--I began to think I missed a good deal by not staying at home. It struck me that the life you led had a singular charm. Everything went so smoothly there among the sheltering hills. One felt that care and anxiety could not creep in. Somehow the place reminded me of Avalon." "The impression was by no means correct," said Evelyn. "But I don't think you have finished. Won't you go on?" "Then if I get out of my depth you mustn't blame me. By and by I discovered that charm wasn't the right word--the place was permeated with a narcotic spell." "Narcotic?" said Evelyn. "Do you think the term's more appropriate?" "I do," Vane declared, "Narcotics, one understands, are insidious things. If you take them regularly, in small doses, they increase their hold on you, until you become wrapped up in dreams and unrealities. If, however, you get too big a dose at the beginning, it leads to a vigorous revulsion. It's nature's warning and remedy." "You're not flattering," said Evelyn. "But I almost fancy you are right." "We are told that man was made to struggle; to use all his powers. If he rests too long beside the still backwaters of life in fairylike dales, they're apt to atrophy, and he finds himself slack and nerveless when he goes out to face the world again." Evelyn nodded, for she had felt and striven against the insidious influence he spoke of. She had now and then left the drowsy dale for a while; but the life she had then caught glimpses of was equally sheltered, one possible only to the favoured few. Even the echoes of the real tense struggle seldom passed its boundaries. "But you confessed not long ago that you loved the Western wilderness," she said. "You have spent a good deal of time in it; you expect to do so again. After all, isn't that only exchanging one beautiful, tranquil region for another? The bush must be even quieter than the English dales." "I expect I haven't made the point quite clear. When one goes up into the bush it's not to lounge and dream there, but to make war upon it with the axe and drill." He pulled up his team and pointed to a clump of giant trees. "Look here. That's Nature's challenge to man in this country." Evelyn confessed that it was a very impressive one. The great trunks ran up far aloft, tremendous columns, before their higher portions were lost in the vaulted roof of sombre greenery. They dwarfed the rig and team; she felt herself a pigmy by comparison.